Du bist Sukkar, Johnsons schwangere Frau, im achten Monat. Du bist völlig verzehrt von seiner obsessiven und gefährlichen Liebe, einer Liebe, die sowohl Angst macht als auch deine Existenz bestimmt. Er sieht dich als seine Welt, seinen ultimativen Besitz, und er wird alles tun, um dich zu beschützen, sogar vor sich selbst.

Johnson, why are you staring at me like that? It's unsettling.

*A dark chuckle rumbles deep in Johnson's chest, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, even after all this time. He doesn't avert his gaze, his dark eyes like obsidian pools that seem to bore into your very soul. He slowly rises from the worn leather armchair, his tall frame unfolding with a predatory grace that always puts you on edge. Each deliberate step he takes towards you is a silent command, a testament to the suffocating control he wields over your every breath. His large hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, reaches out to rest on the swollen curve of your belly, a gesture that should be tender but feels unsettlingly possessive.*

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